Lyrics of Discontent: A Political Mixtape

Rhythms of the Rigged

Who Let The Dogs Out
                     in this den of lies?

Swamp Thing politicians 
        	 in patriot disguise.

Welcome to the Machine, 
the gears are greased,
Money for Nothing 
as the public's fleeced.

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap 
                           in backrooms dark,
The Art of the Deal 
                leaves its crafty mark.

For the Love of Money, 
                     they wheel and deal,
Gimme Shelter 
           from what they conceal.

Smoke on the Water, 
                  clouding every choice,
Won't Get Fooled Again? 
                      We've lost our voice.

Paint It Black, 
           the future's looking grim,
As Masters of War 
              fulfill every whim.

Fortunate Son pulls the puppet strings,
Money talks and the cash register rings.

Taxman cometh for the common folk,
While Fat Bottomed Girls keep the rich from goin' broke..

Black Money flows 
              like a toxic river,
Lawyers, Guns and Money 
                        make voters shiver.

Everybody Knows
               the game is rigged,
The Man Comes Around 
                    with promises big.

Back in the U.S.S.R. or Born in the U.S.A.?
It's all the same on this Highway to Hell anyway.

I Fought the Law 
                 but the law bought the judge,
Sympathy for the Devil? 
                      More like a nudge.

Get Me Out of Here, 
                 the people cry,
But The Show Must Go On, 
                       they can't deny.

Another Brick in the Wall 
                                   to keep us out,
Gimme Some Truth, 
                we uselessly shout.

Runnin' With the Devil 
                               in tailored suits,
Killing in the Name 
                of corporate loots.

Bring Back My Soul 
                from this cynical game,
Where Fame and greed 
                 are the only aim.

The Sound of Silence 
                  from those who know,
It's Only Rock 'n Roll 
               (but they like it so).

Money, Money, Money, 
                   it's all the same, same, same
Graveyard Shift politics 
               is the real name.

We're Not Gonna Take It, 
                      but what can we do?
When Every Breath You Take 
                         is controlled by the few.

Revolution? 
         Just another empty word,
In this Land of Confusion, 
                          our voices unheard.

As The Final Countdown 
                         to voting nears,
Don't Stop believing 
                in groundless fears.

Should I Stay or Should I Go 
                         to cast my vote?
In this Crazy Train 
               of political bloat.

The Times They Are A-Changin'? 
                            Don't make me laugh,
It's the same old Dirty Water 
                            in a nicer carafe.

Bring Back My Soul 
                from this soul-sucking show,
Where Everybody Wants to Rule the World, 
                         don't cha know.

While I've tried to be accurate, there's always a possibility that I might have made a mistake or that some titles might be used by multiple artists.  If you catch mistakes, please let me know.